I shiver as pleasure floods through me.

I feel like I should be afraid. He thinks he’s dangerous, and he thinks that getting close to him is a mistake. I don’t know what he did in the past to get people hurt or what he thinks he has to atone for, and part of me is afraid to find out. But I have to know. I can’t look away from this, even if I wanted to.

Which I really, really don’t. I don’t want to stop as his tongue laps up my pussy. I spread my legs wide as he cups my ass and pulls me closer, finger inside of me, tongue on my clit, pleasure rocking through me.

I run my fingers through his hair, gripping it, moaning loudly. This whole thing just raised more questions than answers, and I should be so frustrated, but I can’t help myself. He feels so fucking good. He knows what he’s doing in a way I’ve never experienced before. He’s so confident, so fucking sexy, and as soon as I agreed to this little game of his, I knew this was what would happen.

I did it anyway. I know this is a mistake. I should stop it, tell him the truth about the baby, get him to tell me what he means about being dangerous, but I can’t. I want this so badly that it almost hurts.

He looks up at me with this smirk on his lips that drives me crazy. He presses two fingers deep inside of my pussy and I toss my head back, gasping, tightening my grip on his hair.

He stands suddenly, fingers still inside of me, and steps around me. He presses me forward, bending me over, fingers sliding out. He slaps my ass hard, making me groan, and he pulls my hair. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.

I look over my shoulder at him as he pulls me up and against him. His hands explore my breasts as his lips find my ear.

“This is the reason you tracked me down,” he whispers. “You can pretend it’s about the story all you want… but I think it’s because you couldn’t stop craving my big, fat cock in your pretty little mouth.”

I groan as he presses his fingers inside of me again. He spins me around, kissing me hard, before pushing me back down onto the couch.

I’m sitting as he takes his briefs off. I take his cock in both of my hands, stroking him, and I take him between my lips. I take him deep into my throat, making him grunt, and I love that noise. I want to hear him grunt, groan, tell me to keep going. His hands are rough in my hair as he presses me deeper, forcing his cock into my throat, and I pull back, gasping for breath. I look up at him, at his handsome smirk, and part of me hates him, but part of me wants him. I’m so confused about how I feel, although the only thing I know for certain is how badly I want him to fuck me right now.

He seems to sense what I need. He pulls me up again, this time by my hair. “Let me see that dripping cunt,” he says, making me gasp. He’s so vulgar, and it’s driving me crazy. “Spread yourself wide for me.”

He places me on the couch, knees on the cushions and bent over. He stands back, admiring my ass, before he moves forward again, pushing me harder down. I groan as I feel his cock brush up against my soaking pussy, and I gasp as he plunges himself inside of me.

He starts to fuck me, slow and deep. I can feel sweat already starting to drip down my skin as he starts to fuck me faster. I buck my hips back, sliding myself down along his shaft, needing more of him. I need him to fill me so badly it almost hurts.

He’s so fucking hard. His big hands grab my hips as he plunges himself in and out, moving slow then fast and rough, varying his thrusts, pushing and teasing me. He yanks my hair back and kisses my lips, grunting into my mouth as his cock plunges deep inside of me, spreading me out.

He pulls back, sitting down onto the couch, and sliding me on top of him. I straddle his hips and let him press his cock inside of me before I grab onto the cushions on either side of his head and start to ride him fast.

I work my hips, feeling his big cock spreading me wide, filling me. I rock back and forth as he slaps my full ass and teases my breasts with his tongue. I work down, loving the pain and the pleasure that his big hands make me feel, his cock pulling me to pieces. I kiss him full and deep, and he bites my lower lip, making me groan. He presses my shoulders down, filling me up before he kisses me again.

I love the way he pulls my long hair, wrapping it once around his palm. I’m totally controlled by him and we both know it. I’ll do whatever he wants, absolutely anything he wants me to do, all because I’m so desperate for the pleasure he can give me. I didn’t know I could lose myself like this in sex, but clearly he has a power over me that I didn’t know even existed.

I’m practically salivating for him. Every new thrust sends wild shivers of excitement down my spine. I keep wanting more, keep wanting him to push me further and further. I know I can come at any time, but he’s holding me just along the edge, like he can read my body’s every single shudder and movement.

I move my hips, working my ass, and he groans. We’re both sweating now as we move together, getting faster and closer. He pulls me tight against him, and I marvel at his muscular body, his arms as hard as iron, holding me tight.

And suddenly he pulls me back and stands. He takes me to the edge of the couch, up behind the arm. He pushes me over top of it, putting my ass in the air, my legs up off the floor. My face is in the cushion as I grip either side, and my ass and pussy are up in the air, supported by the arm of the couch.

He fucks me like that, like I’m just a dripping pussy for him to destroy. I love it so much I can’t stop my moans from ringing out in the large room. He rocks harder into me, rough and deeper.

“Cross your ankles,” he whispers, and I do as he commands. I can feel the muscles in my ass and pussy tighten around his cock, gripping him even tighter. He groans and starts fucking me in earnest, ripping into me, not slowing down or easing up.

I can’t stop myself anymore. I can’t help it. The orgasm rips through me, moving down my arms and legs and lingering in my mind as it explodes in bright flashes of pleasure. I come hard, gasping his name, begging him to keep going. He doesn’t relent, fucking me hard and rough, using my tight little body in absolute domination.

My orgasm slowly passes just as he groans. I feel him come inside of me, filling me up with his warmth. I love it, need it, and I gasp my desire as his grunts fill my ears. His fingers grip my hips and ass as he finishes, and when he’s done, we collapse onto the couch together.

We’re quiet as he holds me. I nestle my head against his chest and I can feel him smiling.

“I’m glad we played that game,” he says finally.

“Me too. Too bad you won.”

“I won?” He laughs. “I think you won. You got to ask all those questions, and you got fucked by me.”

“I think you won. You got fucked by me.” I grin and kiss his chest.

He tilts my head up and kisses my lips. He wraps his arms tighter around me and we linger there on the couch, buzzing in the pleasure of sex, and I suddenly can’t think of a single place I’d rather be than trapped in here with him.